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[ask-ifrit-the-ghoul]

*knocking on the door* you wanted to see me??

@ask-eden-ghoul

Eden! Hello. Come here my love.

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[fordsixerpines]

FORDSY!

...

No.

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[castien-ffxiv]

Rules & Unforseen for one word prompt

All the girls were expected to play by the rules as per the request of the Matrons. No, the demands. Then again there was a harmony to peace and following such guidelines, it kept people happy, safe, on track and on task. There were nearly 30 girls located within the small building and every day they had the same routine.

What else was there to know outside of this place? Castien was here for as long as she could remember, eight summers….or was it nine?

Of course, she had given up counting. This was home either way she tried to splice it but there was always something off about it.

She stood in the garden starting at the building wondering how old it might have been, how many more orphans came and went – what stories each of them might of had.

Vague blips of her mother’s face, never knowing her father – a strange sensation to yearn for someone who gave you away in earnest. A swell in her chest blossomed and she was uncertain if it was sadness or relief.

There was a forceful shove as Castien lurched forward, her small frame tumbling to her palms and knees in the dirt, “Mutt! Look at you gawking around again. Are you going to talk or just continue to ignore us, that's rude you know!”

The sting in her knees wracked her legs, she could feel the pebbles embedded harshly into her knees and shins – she should have worn pants today knowing that at least once a day Tabatha was going to find her and express her rage.

So much rage – why?

Something Castien couldn’t fathom and most of the time she never cared to.

Vile girl. Vile creature.

When the pain subsided, Castien went to lift herself off the ground – daily torture and bullying were the norm. The Matrons often didn’t believe her when she reported it and of course, Tabatha and her friends would find Castien alone just to single her out when the Matrons weren’t looking.

Once more she met the dirt with a knee into her shoulder and another along her forearm as two of the other girls pinned Castien belly down. She hadn’t had time to react and see how many there were this time – of course not. Tabatha had to get her kicks in when Castien had her back turned.

She wormed and wrestled the best she could especially when she felt the fabric of her shirt lifting off her back. Then it came. The stinging sensation made contact with her flesh. She wasn’t sure if the sting of the whipping motion was worse or the force in which the thick thorns made contact with her flesh. It was enough to mark and bruise, to puncture and bleed.

Tabatha liked to use whatever she could but it was the wild rose bushes in the garden that were her favorite, fashioned into what she would use as a thorny whip. Double the infliction, double the pain.

And Castien endured it, each time spitefully holding back her cries of pain and the tear of skin, the blood she knew that was to come and time and time again she’s found the grass or dirt to muffle any sounds if only to endure and not allow Tabatha her weakness until Tabatha’s boredom got the better of her.

When it was over, Castien lay face down on the ground and when the girls released her she was far too wracked with pain to even move.

“Pathetic shit. We’ll see you tomorrow.” the girls chuckled and then one spit towards Castien – wonderful. Now she had to worry about someone’s saliva on the back of her leg that was now mixing with her blood.

How much more could she endure – a few months or years? Tabatha was older than her by a few years and would easily be out the door before Castien but….then again, that seemed like a long way off.

With a heavy breath, she laid upon the earth, spent after her struggle.

‘This is nice.' she thought, breathing in the earthy smell at her nose, trying to think of anything beyond the smurting of her reddened flesh. Enduring this was exhausting.

Why did she even put up with it?

She could have napped here for eternity, becoming one with the Star and finding a greater peace. A joy she could not replicate no matter where she’d end up.

Lifting her fingers, she moved the tips along the apex of the blades of grass – she was still alive at least, for now.

Far off she could hear the Matron calling for the girls and the gaggle of chatter begun to die down – how long could she stay out here before they noticed she was gone? Did it matter?

Could she have made a clean break for it? No – there was unfinished business.

Laying in bed that evening Castien woke to a shuffle in the room and odd moaning coming from within along with wimpers. When she finally came to sit up and look over the room, many of the girls had already been awake too, three of the Matrons were scuffling within with lanterns fussing over Tabatha as she clawed at her neck.

“Here, warm towels.”

“Summon the chirurgeon right away, tell them that it's urgent and that they’ll need their tools!”

“Yes ma’am!” the youngest Matron rushed out of the room.

Slipping from the bed Castien stood in the corner of the room watching in silence as there was frantic crying coming from Tabatha in what was wet gurgles, no words just panic and pain. Her throat was bungled and blood pooled out from her mouth but it was at the very opening of her mouth that the crimson blooms of roses spouted upward, it was as if someone had made the girl’s throat a literal vase.

While matrons tried to make the girl comfortable despite their disarray in the middle of the night they had begun asking a myriad of questions: “Who did this?” and “What happened?”

Tabatha didn’t know, she couldn’t speak let alone move much of her face or head and shoulders without bursting into a fit of tears which only fueled the pain for her further.

Amidst the chaos Castien watched – numb even but there was no hiding the glint in her eye that the semi-distant lanterns cast upon her or the subtle smirk that donned at the corner of her lips.

Unforeseen karma.  Justice.

Tabatha was no longer going to be a problem for Castien.

Sometimes lessons had to be learned painfully. A mangled throat, loss of voice – these were Tabatha’s consequences for messing with a good heart that eventually had reached a boiling point.

You get what you give.

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[djsangos]

@lamblogging replied to your post “you guys have prophecies?”:

Buddy, you don't even wanna KNOW the kinds of prophecies that have been foretold about us.

​youre right i dont have a great night

anyway hi

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[dogsgone]

@bustedgps replied to your post “I just barked at a Malo Mart shop assistant Malo...”:

Well did they deserve it?

​Noooo why're ya bringin this back hours later I was so close to almost maybe forgettin about it

No he didn't deserve it it was an accident I swear

He just caught me starin at his earrings n he didn't seem to understand sign so I just wanted to tell him I was lookin cause I liked his earrings

But then instead of sayin somethin I just barked like a fool

I hope I never come by when that poor guy's workin again I feel so bad about it

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[ducknotinarow]

@questionablemuses said "God, I hate what you fucking do to me." Adam growls out, his gaze searching Mammon's. "Every fucking time I try to block you from my mind, I end up chasing after you. Did you know that? That you have that much affect on me?" ( uwu have a very bitter ex @ questionablemuses )

Mammon was still dealing with the after math of his last clown pagent yeah sure he gained a brand new act. And he'll they proved him wrong on not finding women funny so good for them plus a twin act? Was hot and easy to sell.

But losing Fizz? And in the way he had? That had taken quite. A hit to him so who better to visit and cheer up with then his old flame Adam?

"God, I hate what you fucking do to me."

"Sure ya do babe ain't thst way your eyes just sparkle the second you seem me come to visit you" He teases as he blows a little kiss Adam's way he always ate up thier reactions to his advances. He wasn't some.idiot he knew the Angel still had feelings for him even to this day.

"Every fucking time I try to block you from my mind, I end up chasing after you. Did you know that? That you have that much affect on me?"

"Aww come on you making it sound like a bad thing that you still got the hots for all of this" He says as he gestures to himself. As he flashes Adam wide smug filled grin. Moving over to them as he bays his eyes at the Angel. "You know you want me and I know you want me so why we fooling anyone. Only one who wanna act like that ain't ture is you Adam~ and ya know it's cute but gotta be so hard to deny yourself having me ain't it?" Mammon eggs on he knows jsut how to push his ex buttons how to mess with them and get under thier skin.

And boy dose he love all the attetion he is given by doing as such. It really was the cure he needed for his damped mood after everything that happened at least he still had his Angel to mess around with.

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[hyliasblade]

@7wolfmoon replied to your post “I Miss the boops :(”:

u m. uhhhh .ummmmm. squirmle

​Sorry I do not under Stand what You Mean

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[vahalia-cress-ffxiv]

Who are... Osric, Ricard, aaaand Edalene

𝕺𝖘𝖗𝖎𝖈 "Husband, life partner in everything that House Cress requires. I suppose in some aspect I can say I do trust him, he's far too kind and good to not be able to place some trust in him. He'll eventually be the father of our children and as expected, he is to be considered a protector of the House alongside myself." ( @osric-cress-ffxiv )

𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉 "A solid regret." (@ricard-blythe-ffxiv ) 𝕰𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖊 "Sister-in-law, a bit of a lost soul without much direction. We've spoken on occasion and very little outside of that and her seeking me out to bridge an arrangement between House Cress and House Slater to consider her brother, Osric, for marriage. The rest is history, really. Recently you can find her overseeing Sirensong business when she's not at the manor." ( @edalene-slater-ffxiv )

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[hellokittydiary]

@prosaicpedagogy replied to your post “As someone suffering from chronic death myself,...”:

It's m9re 9f sticking a straw in and 6l9wing 6u66les.

​Counterpoint: They suck out your soul, take the straw out of your body, and then blow bubbles with the soul still stuck in the straw.

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[babybojackhorseman]

Sorry for spooking you earlier. Would it be okay if I pet your mane? It looks really soft

"Uhhhhh." The young foal thought this was a strange question. "will you be mad if I said that makes me uncomfortable?"

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[viridianvitriol]

@2hiit replied to your post “hello internet”:

hii. ii love your avatar. do you watch grey2.

​hi thanks it's the very reflection of my soul

also no i just like the picture. sorry

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[ask-ifrit-the-ghoul]

Ifrit..how has my favorite fire ghoul been?

-@zephyr-windss

Zephyr! Hello! I am well. Keeping a quiet existence for sure. Enjoying the younger ghouls' craziness. How are you?

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[stolas-star-prince]

@fizziifrxg continued from [here]

Parties were all to Stolas' taste even with the different style that this one was. But the owl was in need of distractions so anything they wasn't to deal with Stella or other more impish-related thoughts on his mind he was more than happy to take to. Though seemed the latter had the stars wanting to play a bit of joke. The bright colors of the jester outfit Fizz wore caught his eye. And his interest he guesses.

Stolas simply offered a faint smile at their remark "Well royalty isn't meant to make to much noise" he idly repeated with a shrug of his shoulders before he shifted his attention to the sky instead.

"Can't say I blame you crowded rooms can be awful stuffy at times, I just surprised not to see you sticking by Asmoudes' side. We know how careful he is about keeping you close after all."

slightly looking back down at them humming in thought "Or least not wishing for attention from all the other guests?"

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[castien-ffxiv]

art + magic (you picto soul, you)

"Art I like to think I'm quite decent at and passionate about. I enjoy sketching, specifically landscapes and inanimate objects. I've been known to whittle a bit while on the ships I work on from time to time though as for magic? I can't say I'm as skilled as I would like to be but I'll stick to what I know best and that's hand-to-hand combat techniques and chakrams."

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[djsangos]

@millenniumdueled replied to your post “my new years resolution is to uh uhhhhhhhhh keep...”:

and you're doing great!!!

​i mean its been my resolution every year for the past as long as i can remember

and you know what

ive done it every year so far

so you can say im like the best ever at keeping up with my resolutions

anyway thanks happy new fear i mean new year

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[ask-the-boogeyman]

@insidious-journalist ask cont;;

To find Danny once again within his territory has him questioning many things. One of them being, why he was tied up in the basement of one of the houses, and the second? Who tied him up. He had killed this man earlier, he gave him a merciful death and yet here he is, giftwrapped like an offering to slaughter. It’s almost laughable, it’s genuinely funny in his eyes, yet the Shape makes no motion to untie the man. No, instead, as the other sinks into the chair, he turns and leaves the room. It takes several minutes of walking, to go into the kitchen, collect the sandwiches as well as the thermos, and finally return.

There is a couch with a teddy bear directly across from the other killer and that is where he is sitting now. His old bones sag against the couch cushions and he casually lifts up part of his mask, revealing a bullet wound in his right cheek, as well as the left half of his face being burned. His grey scruff stands out the most but the lift does not go past the bridge of his nose. 

With the mask moved, he unpacks the sandwich, and begins to eat. 

Yes, he is spitefully eating the offered food, in front of the man he just recently killed and who had even gave him the food. He isn’t even going to kill him, he simply is showing that despite his age? He can still be as petty as the youngsters running about. He may also be using Danny’s knees as a leg rest, for further spiting.

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